I know I see
what others cannot see.
I've spied
the desperate frenzy
in your eyes.
My love is not the drug
that makes you dance.
It's heat and light
that draw you ever near.
But do you see
my yearning to be free?
If you could hear
the fantasies and lies that feed
my deep addiction
to romance
you'd sense
how trapped I am
by my own fear.
Your fate?
To be consumed.
(You long each night
to kiss the glow
the clever glass contains) .
My fate?
Abandoned here
with growing fright.
(These portals, clear,
reveal, yet each retains) .
At dusk you fly more frantic
round the light
as I spin slower
trapped between two panes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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